#*dragonriderkatsuki

This wasn't how Katsuki had expected to spend his day.

He stood in the cave entrance, his eyes scanning the land in front of him.

Something was moving out there. He was sure of it. It was very good. Knew how to stay hidden but every now and then Katsuki had seen something. And now the dragons were getting a little unsettled.

Katsuki's hand hovered over the hilt of his sword. It could just be an animal of some kind but...

"Looks just like you to me."

Katsuki stands there. Staring at the wanted posters. The drawings keep getting worse and worse.

"What the fuck is that?! Seriously?"

The sound of a beast had made Katsuki pause for a few moments to stop and listen. But the creature moved away and he felt it safe to walk on.

Which was how he nearly walked past the assassin until they called out to him.

Katsuki recognized them. He'd run into them in a tavern at one point. Explained some things to them. But he doubted they recognized him back.

He crouched down next to them, studying their injury. It looked pretty bad. Nothing he could really do for them.

Once Katsuki would have walked on left them but now...

He huffed.

"What the fuck happened here then?" he asked, placing a flat hand on the wound and sending out a spark of healing magic. It wasn't much, he still couldn't get a grasp of healing, but it would be enough to slow down the blood.

There was a numbness.

That was the first thing Katsuki became awareness as he stirred. His entire body felt strange, cold even. He twitched his fingers, trying to summon enough heat to raise his body temperature but...nothing.

His eyes snapped open and he tried to sit up, sending a hissing Hellspawn off of his chest and onto his legs. Memories of the night before slammed into him and he gasped, suddenly aware of the pain his movement had caused.

He'd been stabbed and there had been something on the sword. Something that had affected his magic.

Fuck.

Katsuki slumped back down, rubbing at his face as if that could quell the incoming headache. Probably from whatever they'd given him.

What a waste of resources. It wasn't like he was any good to them like this. Couldn't fight, couldn't use magic...couldn't use any magic. He couldn't even feel the telepathic links he had with Eri or Hono.

He was empty.

As much as he'd hated his magic before, the damage it had done...it had always been there. Now he felt so cold, useless...alone.

Katsuki eyed the yellow potion that Mori was offering him. He didn't think she'd try to poison him but he had no clue what it was.

But at her encouragement, he downed it in one.

For a moment it didn't seem like anything was going to happen.

And then he started to glow. Sparkle even.

"Holy fuck. It's like something from Eri's fairytales," he mutters